There's this game I go to bed with working out in my head. I have you in roles you may like to play. Dirty and clean, and everything in between. You'll leave teeth marks like the Jersey Turnpike down my spine. Set up road blocks with fingernails down my back. The blood will drain from my brain and the flood gates will open to my legs. My role relieves myself of these clothes and these pants that grow too tight. Below my belly button. Under my zipper. Your hands know the drill. Give my body chills until we warm up with sets of push ups of bodily proportions. Blowing my mind until it's drained of any thoughts but how to see your face scrunch up. So work harder. Here we go. Your body of silk. your skin so smooth under my tongue licking a cone from the dairy queen. Baby I'll get you so clean. Just scream those words and dig a little deeper, and if you hate me more just get the handcuffs and leave me on your bed post 'til morning arrives. You may hate me honey and I may love this. So gear up for role play sweetie I'll make you love me yet.